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Feature posts on the performers and artists you need to know. Their stories, their work, and how they contribute to the world of erotica.
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There comes a moment in the life of a truth-teller when the world stops feeling like a shelter and begins to feel like a hall of mirrors. Not because truth has changed, but because perception has sharpened. What once looked like protection reveals itself as procedure. What once sounded like guidance reveals itself as noise layered over silence.
By THE HONED CRONE5 months ago in Filthy
I Fell in Love With Sex Work Again And I’m Done Pretending That’s Shameful. Content Warning.
If you’ve followed my blog for a while, you’ve probably noticed I disappeared for a few months. For years, I was painfully consistent. I wrote constantly. Through chronic illness, burnout, terrible jobs, relationship drama and every identity crisis imaginable. Even when life was falling apart, I still showed up and wrote.
By No One’s Daughter6 months ago in Filthy
How Nervousness and Fear Affect Orgasms. AI-Generated.
It’s not something most people talk about openly, but emotional states—especially nervousness and fear—can have a powerful and sometimes surprising impact on sexual experiences, including orgasms. While we often think of arousal and climax as purely physical processes, they are deeply intertwined with the brain, emotions, and the body’s stress response. Understanding how fear and nervousness influence orgasms can help people better navigate their own experiences and improve both comfort and satisfaction.
By Timothy A Rowland7 months ago in Filthy
Why I’ve Gone Back to Sex Work
Last year I wrote a post titled Why I Will Always Return to Sex Work. At the time, it felt a little theoretical. A reflection more than a plan. I wasn’t actively considering a return to the industry. My life looked relatively stable, my career was moving along its respectable little track, and sex work sat quietly in my past like an interesting chapter rather than a current storyline.
By No One’s Daughter8 months ago in Filthy
My Furry Yaoi Manga is out
I am happy to say my Manga is finally out; it is a milestone in my life, but as a first-time author trying to promote my first-ever published book, it is a lot harder than it looks. Sure, you can Google the how, the what, and the dos and don’ts. How many out there are having trouble selling your books? Well, I am writing this blog to tell you about my book and why I think you’ll enjoy it.
By stephanie borges9 months ago in Filthy
The Exodus of the Daughters of Light
The currents pull at the souls of the world, carrying a mass exodus of those who have slept too long in the machine of mirrors, in the underworld of illusions. They awaken and see: we were living in hell, and it was sold to us as paradise. A paradise of neon pleasure, empty validation, and hollow promises — a kingdom made of smoke and programmed desire. And now the smoke is clearing.
By THE HONED CRONE12 months ago in Filthy
Born Into Pain: A Life of Unseen Strength
From the moment I arrived in this world, I saw it for what it was. I wasn’t born into the soft-focus glow of safety or ease. I was born into pain – literal, physical pain – and into a world that demanded my silence and my endurance.
By THE HONED CRONEabout a year ago in Filthy
WOMANIFESTO
They tell us all religions are patriarchal. They prove it by pointing to how they treat a woman’s blood. Every faith designed by men has some rule, restriction, or shame woven around the womb. Around menstruation. Around the literal flow of life. And yet, these same men worship the blood of a crucified god while rejecting the holy blood that births all gods.
By THE HONED CRONEabout a year ago in Filthy
What Women Secretly Store in Their ‘Wank Bank’ — You’ll Be Shocked What Gets Us Off
Nobody ever warns you that by the time you’re 30 you may have an entire underground archive of things that turn you on—none of which ever appeared in a mainstream porn hub. As women, our minds are weird, clever, furtive little beasts. We don’t always get turned on by what’s flashing on a screen. Sometimes it’s the glint of a voice, the rustle of silk, the sound of a stranger’s heavy breath in traffic, the memory of a half-heard lyric in a club. And we tuck all of those into a secret vault: our “wank bank.”
By No One’s Daughterabout a year ago in Filthy






